Black Saturday

Below is the poem entitled Black Saturday which was written by poet
Brian
Cosgrove. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Black Saturday

Black Saturday
The blackened Hills are now still
But the smell remains
The sighing and the crying is over
But the memory remains
Here stands the remnants of a family’s dreams
And the question of why remains
It has happened before
It may happen again
Whether to rebuild or not
That question remains
There’s a hint of green in the valley
There is optimism in the streets
The indomitable spirit is rising
That’s what remains
Victoria, Australia 2009 2000 houses lost 173 lives

Hi Arthur You do have to have had experience of these fires to really appreciate it - Fortunate are those
who cannot- There is always life and hope 'I lift my eyes unto the hills whence cometh my help" the ref eludes me Brian

Amazing Brian, hi... sad and deep imagery. the smell of smoke is the open, and what remains. I know many held on the rising spirits. thank you for sharing, this tragic day, that ruin the homes, and dreams of many... always~ Linda